This statement instantly enraged Mr. Ross, who banged his cane heavily on the ground, glaring at Charlotte Thompson.
"Good for you, Charlotte Thompson, what have you been teaching the children to make them not even recognize me, their own grandfather!"
Now, in Mr. Ross's mind, everything Charlotte did was intentional.
"No, it's not..."
For the first time, Charlotte felt so helpless, her voice almost hoarse.
"Not? Do you think I'm an old fool with dim eyesight and failing ears? I heard it all clearly just now!"
Mr. Ross was so angry that he started coughing, and the man standing next to him hastily patted Mr. Ross's back to help him catch his breath.
Then the man looked up and cast a sharp glance at Charlotte Thompson, "Miss Thompson, I hope you can make some right choices."
Charlotte bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips trembling. She slowly shifted her gaze to Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson by her side.
"Mummy..."